Chapter 10

Greg continued to make his way across the crime scene slowly, relying more and more on his flashlight as the light of day was just about gone. He glanced at his watch, which read 8:30. He had been crouching on this floor for a good hour or so and his leg ached terribly, but he knew if he didn't concentrate on this he would be a miserable wreck thinking about the others. He glanced outside, just seeing the shape of the two officers and Brass who was still questioning the witness. He hoped she would tell them something that was useful to the case, he didn't want this to be going on further, taking Nick was enough.

He stood up, by the time he finished he was at the counter where Grissom had finished before going outside. Greg packed his things and left to check the last room in the gas station, the back room. He entered and it was truly filthy, with cobwebs hanging in most corners, and the shelves piled high with things, some products, which had been long since discontinued. Greg laid down his kit and swept his flashlight over the shelves and saw nothing really out of place, nor any footprints in the dust. By the look of things, not many people had been back here before. Greg lowered himself to the floor and pulled a finger through the dust, which covered the floor, and by his best guess it was at least a few weeks old. Greg shrugged and stood up, heading toward the back wall. He glanced up and spotted a light hanging from the ceiling and he pulled the cord so that it would click on. With the light on, Greg made his way swiftly to the back wall and squinted at it thoughtfully. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but something was telling him to look here and only here. He ran his hand across the surface of the wall and was about to lean even closer when a loud back was heard from behind him and Greg spun around as quick as a rabbit.

"Knock, knock." Said a voice.

"Warrick!" breathed Greg with a huge sigh of relief and was also relieved to see Grissom standing behind him.

"Heard you were looking for me rookie." Warrick smiled and Greg walked over to him and gave him a playful punch in the arm.

"Just wanted to make sure you were doing your job right." He joked. Warrick laughed.

"Well, I should think that you better make sure you're doing your job. We've done this room already." Greg opened his mouth to speak but shut it in embarrassment.

"This must be a first, I think Warrick." Said Grissom. Warrick arched an eyebrow in question.

"What's that Gil?"

"Greg Sanders rendered speechless." Warrick chuckled and focused his attention back on Warrick, when a cell phone was heard. Greg saw Grissom snatch it up and place it to his ear. "Grissom." He said and then paused. "That's good to hear Cath." He said and paused again. "No, she hasn't called, she was with you, I assumed only one of you would phone." He stopped again, and then Greg and Warrick could see the change in his eyes go from calm and collected to fury burning in them. "She what?" He was breathing heavily this time and the hand without the phone was clutched tightly in his hand and shaking. "You are certain of this?" Grissom shook his head and closed his eyes. "Catherine, there were two officers on guard there, they would have seen her." Grissom frowned and opened his eyes. "Fine, take the two officers and come meet us back at the lab, we have some talking to do." Grissom hung up abruptly and stuffed it back in his bag. He left the back room with Greg and Wrrick following on his tail. They kept walking until the doors of the station slid open and the stepped onto the pavement. Grissom was talking, but it was so low that Greg had to strain his ears to hear what was being said.

"Sorry, Grissom I couldn't hear you." Greg said apologetically and Warrick snapped in anger

"Sara left Nick's place, they can't find her. Sara's gone Greg!"

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